FOG

Brand new Balmain jeans, these ain't no Levi's
I just left the crib, I lock the door right when I leave out
I just left the scene, I'm burnin' rubber when I speed out
I've been tryna chill, but like trouble findin' me now
Fuck it, bring the beast out, that's what they tryna see
Codeine in my spleen now, so I ain't tryna pee
This right here a freestyle, I ain't write a thing
I don't fear a thing, I don't feel a thing

Fear of God on me, Fear of God and CDG
Ferragamo belt, hold up my Ferragamo jeans
Since you got you a staring problem, tell me what you see
And I ain't never wearing Prada, but I'm proud of me
It's the major leagues, swingin' sticks, I'll be the Judge of that
I'm countin' up my cheese, while my bitch draw me a bubble bath
You wanna get shit poppin', then I guess I'll be the bubble wrap
A big shit popper and my bitch love me because of that
Yeah, they don't wanna see me win, this gold tooth grin, cost me a buck
I've been lookin' around at my friends and takin' notes on who I trust
Chrome Hearts ain't got no rust, long nights all in the dust
Long nights, spent long nights, sitting debating
Who to keep and who to cut up out my life, yeah

Luckily, this pain filled me with spite, yeah
Luckily, there's lean all in my Sprite, yeah
And lucky I keep me up forty-five, yeah
On my side in my, in my

Brand new Balmain jeans, these ain't no Levi's
I just left the crib, I lock the door right when I leave out
I just left the scene, I'm burnin' rubber when I speed out
I've been tryna chill, but like trouble findin' me now
Fuck it, bring the beast out, that's what they tryna see
Codeine in my spleen now, so I ain't tryna pee
This right here a freestyle, I ain't write a thing
I don't fear a thing, I don't feel a thing



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Writer(s): Grant Sanger
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